And all those significant events that just passed. Was going to write about them. But then I decide they're much too negative for me to bethink. Why jot it down in my timeline? I might as well bury it deep.
Grey clouds merge together.
The skies wrinkle, dropping down real fast.
I ducked, expecting the mass to collapse down on me.
For what seems like a moment succincted, I waited.
I carefully looked up.
My eyes leaped over their fears,
My heart sunk in surprise
The mind could not expound the occuring
It suddenly becomes cold.
Somehow I know I'm wrapped in warmth,
Yet a crisp of frost is felt on the tips of my fingers.
I like it.
I know I'm in comfort, but am still able to be aware of trouble around me.
Not fully vulnerable, not fully able to rest peacefully.